Percy Jackson's life.. but different.
"Look, I didn't want to be a wizard. My life was bad enough. Now, at 12 years old, it got a lot more complicated, and.. I don't know if I'll survive this fate."
HP, book 1-7
PJO, book 1-5
Do I have a problem...
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"Girl you got me hooked onto something, who can say that they saw us coming.."
😳😳 You're not ready for this.
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They walked by the room of requirement, when they saw professor Snape, patrolling the area.
Thinking quickly, Ethan pulled both of them into the room, closing the door with as little sound as possible.
He sighed I'm relief, before looking over at Drew, who looked at him, confused.
"Professor Snape," he whispered breathlessly.
"Oh," she said.
He spotted a bed in the corner of the room, and immediately turned away, trying to hide his blush.
"The room of requirement changes depending on what is required," Matthew had told the group.
This room looked slightly different. It wasn't as big, and looked like a bigger bedroom.
He cleared his throat before his mind wondered to places it shouldn't be, "You, umm.. you can uhh.. you know..?"
She stared at him, confused.
"You can join us.." he said.
"Join you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"For.. for food?"
"Are you asking me out?"
"No!" He said, wide eyed. "No, no. Uhh, no. Umm, Percy just thought that you'd want to.. join us during breakfast, and.. uhh.. dinner.. I guess?"
She slowly smiled. "Do I make you nervous?"
He turned bright red, turning away. "No," he muttered, but his voice was low.
"You do like me, don't you?" She asked, skipping towards him.
He backed himself into the wall. "I- I never said that." He said, averting his gaze.
She stepped closer, her arms resting on his shoulders, helping her steady herself as she stood on tiptoe. "Your confidence is lacking." She whispered into his ear.
He cleared his throat, trying to back away, but he was trapped between her and the wall.
She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head, smiling. "Are you sure you don't like me?" She whispered.
"N- no,"
She hummed, a manicured finger, tracing his jaw. He tensed at her touch. "So you don't want me?"
He looked away, trying to get a hold of himself.
She smirked as she saw him, slowly break under her words.
She rested her elbows on his shoulders, running her hands through his hair.
She smiled, "Calm down, I'm not gonna eat you." Their eyes locked. "Unless you want me to."
